Cultivating in the Maze (A Sonnet)

PureInsight | December 10, 2006


Amidst a tribulation, lost and torn

For weeks, my xinxing hesitates to climb

My heart feels blocked but prays a silent rhyme:

Dear zhu yuanshen - awaken and conform

To what the Fa requires, not the norm.

Each move I make will echo far in time

In this great epoch, comfort is a crime -

Still, knowing this, my heart remains forlorn.

With righteous thoughts, a cloudy conscience clears:   

A dizi finds attachments make her strange,

And in that moment, casts aside her fears

And with determination vows to change -

To sit in meditation and endure

To study Fa, return to what is pure

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